Page 6 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Grif wasn’t just tall, he was averybig boy. His nose looked like it had been broken a time or two, but that only added to his appeal, as did his plaid, long-sleeved button-down.
Gentleman lumberjack. Yum. He could chop down my trees anytime.
Though alpha-sized, he smelled of beta, of summer rain. Better for me because alpha females like me weren’t made for alpha dicks.
Also, I liked my guys larger than me. With my height, I rarely found that outside of alphas. Sadly, alphas didn’t usually do it for me.
Oh yeah, take me. Haven’t fucked on a plane since I was in undergrad.The parents may have banned dating, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t fucked around.
Yep. Nothing like the day going fucktangular to make you want to hump the random hot guy on the airplane that showed you a shred of kindness.
I was horny. The alpha-blockers I’d swallowed to take the edge off being on a crowded plane did nothing to tamp down my need. Were the air filters even working? The pill looked funny, but the campus clinic must have subbed them for a different brand and forgot to tell me.
Taking these was one of many things that made me less in the eyes of the alpha parents. Well, besides not being able to throw off their barks. But I took alpha-blockers because I didn’t want to end up like them.
Also, I didn’t like flying.
“Hey, let’s get you out of that pretty head.” Grif kissed me, his rainy scent surrounding me as that red beard tickled my face.
Tonight, after everything, I think I’d like to get fucked on a plane by a cute, giant fútboler. One whose last name and team I didn’t know.
And didn’t want to.
This way, I wouldn’t get attached. Even without the dating prohibition, I had no time for love between my PhD, research, work, and family.
This was why I read so many romance novels. Mmmm, sports romance. Might as well live one for the duration of the flight. Take a chance and do something impulsive for once.
Do something forme.
“Too bad my team’s not playing in Rockland. I’d take you back to my hotel and fuck you good. But don’t worry, Kitten, I’ll take care of you. Just bevery quiet,”he murmured as he flipped on the extra air filters above our seats.
Grif pulled me into his lap as his hand snaked under my dress and settled between my legs, caressing me through my thong panties, the blanket hiding us.
Kitten. I liked that. It made me feel... special. I hadn’t felt special in a long time. Silly me, I wanted, no,needed,to feel that way. Even for a moment.
Was I actually going to do this?
That large, warm hand slid under my thong. His fingers found my clit, pleasure zinging through me.
I sucked in a breath. Yes, I was.
Under the blanket, he continued to work me with one hand, the other bringing me to his massive chest as he kissed me, setting me on fire. I pressed against him, seeking more.
Turning my head, I smashed our lips together over and over, as if kissing could fix everything that went wrong today.
What would his hand be like around my neck, as that giant body pressed me to the wall, pounding into me as he called me his good little cum-slut?
I gushed at the thought.
Another large finger pushed inside me. I shifted my weight, leaning on him more, opening my legs further, and moving my panties down to make it easier.
“That’s it, relax,” he murmured, slipping in yet another finger, my pussy squeezing around him. “Lean back and let someone else take care of you for once. You’re so busy making sure everyone’s needs are met that you never have time for yourself.”
Please.I closed my eyes and pushed away thoughts about how irresponsible I was being. Pleasure washed over me. His mouth crushed mine again to swallow my moan.
“Ride my hand, Kitten. Drip all over it and take it like a good girl,” he whispered, lips touching my ear.
“Oh, yes.” Sparks shot through me as my pussy throbbed. I closed my eyes, riding his hand as he worked me over.
